remember the whole deal with vr boy and the gang at siggraph in new orleans last summer? i was laughing my ass off earlier tonight thinking about it. that night where we drank all those hand grenades...and that guy on the balcony who knew someone in the group (who??) that kept saying "beads please?" to the prostitutes on the street. and how we all felt sorry for the guy and was trying to tell him what to say and to whom? and remember how i almost got sick the next day at the maya booth and how we all took turns heading back to the hotel because we were too sick to do anything else? oh my god. if you ever get a chance to go to siggraph, go. if you ever get a chance to go to siggraph in new orleans and you don't go? i'll kick your ass.

what the hell happened to shannon? has anyone heard from her in 3000 years? i finally did hear from vr boy (a.k.a. angst boy...pronounced ankh-st) today when he wished me luck on my trip and god knows what insanity he's gotten himself into this time in the city.